Wednesday, 27 June 2012



Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental

Click on the link titled Moving to listen to one of my tracks!

I have decided to import a widget from my soundcloud account and place it on this blog page. While I'm still at the stage where my stories can only be typed, some have moved on to video blogging. Not a bad idea, if you have a crew working with you. I don't, but I enjoy the story telling so I will keep telling them. These stories are ideal for people commuting as they can have a quick read while on the trains or buses during rush hour. I have taken a lot of detail out of these stories in order to shorten them, however fuller versions can be made available whenever I feel the time is right to release. An example is the fight sequence at the arena in flaming flamingoes 5. A full description of what the arena is, how it was used etc. and a blow by blow account of the fight between Sule and Chigro was also extracted in order to shorten the story. One day, I may decide to publish these gems, we shall see.

Visitors to this site are very welcome and I hope you enjoy the stories. I have now also imported a couple of additional tracks over from the cloud so you the visitor, can also have music while you read.

Whatever you do, do not click the pink moving button above as it will only take you away from this blog site and gently land you at soundcloud (i.e. the cloud). The actual moving track is now embedded on the widget to your right, just click the play button to operate.

Until later my people, Enjoy!


Monday, 25 June 2012

The Flaming Flamingoes 5

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental

Six weeks after being introduced to the young footballer, Etemeke and with the plaster finally off my arm, the pain and suffering I had endured seemed to be fading from my memory, I started to play informal soccer sets in my local area. I also had a few kickabout moments with Etemeke and some of his friends. There was certainly something off kilter with my game but I put it down to lack of practice and maybe a little loss of form, no big deal.

One cool evening as I was walking along the marina, a voice called out my name. I looked back and it was Jakande, we all called him Jackie. Always a loyal  fan of my footballing skills from the time I was in school, "did you know they are starting a junior version of the competition you currently play in with the big boys?" he asked, of course I didn't know because since I had been injured, I hadn't been in contact with my regular team mates. I was also not under any illusion that I was indispensable and knew deep down that I had already been replaced. No I didn't know and I didn't really care, the injury I sustained seemed to have affected me psychologically, the skills that I had previously taken for granted now seemed to have left me high and dry and I found it very embarrassing that I played like a novice.

How about having your own team? Jackie persisted, I wasn't too keen on the idea, "I'm not too sure about that" I replied. He made a face that didn't hide his disappointment, "it costs money to run a team and I'm broke, otherwise it's not a bad idea", I told him knowing the registration fee to enter the competition wouldn't come cheap and that would just be the start. Like he was reading my mind, he suddenly offers to put up the registration money and I was quite touched by his gesture. I pointed out to him that he was too young to officially be the sponsor of the team but Jackie had a solution, he would ask one of his wealthy uncles to officially sponsor the team. So I asked him to give me a few days to see if I can put together a side.

I went to see my friend Solly the very next day, he was enthusiastic at the suggestion. With my pal Sol, we set about working out how to get players to join this junior side. We decided to make a list of who we would like in our team. Two hours later, we had a list, the next objective now was to approach these guys and offer them a place in our team. The following day I went looking for the boys on our list, they were obviously the best players around and I was confident they would be happy to join the team I had now named The flamingos.  

Our first three choices to join the team turned me down flat. They had already committed themselves to Zeke's team. True, some of the best young footballers in the junior category hung out with Zeke and his mates, the problem with this was Zeke and I didn't really get on. He was a poser who showed off all the time, but his parents were rich so everyone seemed to gravitate toward him, except for myself. I didn't like him and he knew it. He was usually my biggest critic whenever I was playing with the senior team, him and his friends would look for any opportunity to criticise my playing whenever they could. Of course they did it out of jealousy because I happened to be the only sixteen year old that consistently featured in the senior league and they all would have loved to be in my shoes. Whenever I played very well, I would get hostile looks from Zeke and some of his allies who considered any brilliant play on my part as a fluke, but when I play badly, they would be overjoyed and would make some of the most flippant and uncalled for remarks, just to piss me off.

 I remember once getting into a fight with Sule, a fight instigated by Zeke who thought I was going to get a hiding from his crony. Sule was big and strong for is age, I was scared but accepted the challenge. Arrangements were made for Sule and myself to meet at the arena (where we could usually fight undisturbed). Zeke and company were supporting their friend until I started to use speed and self defence tactics to make Sule look bad with judo throws and karate chops. When their friend was really looking bad and began hurting, Zeke and company stopped the fight and promptly gave me the nickname Chigro which was a shortened version of the term Chinese negro. I asked them why, and they said it was because my moves reminded them of the martial arts films everyone loved to watch. Nevertheless none of them ever had the guts after that to challenge me to a physical fight thankfully, but the jibes continued.

Now, trying to raise a team called the flamingos was the constant in my mind and I walked around totally preoccupied by that thought, the players I would need were now committed to the opposition and apart from Sol, Etemeke and myself there was no one I could think to make the team. I was seriously thinking of going to see Jackie to ask him to drop the whole idea. In a distracted frame of mind, I went around a corner and practically bumped into Zeke, Sule and friends....

(To be continued)



"Cheegro"! exclaims Zeke, "just now talking about you" I kept quiet, feeling a little bit intimidated but trying not to show it. Sule and the two other guys were smiling and for some strange reason their good natured composure seemed quite genuine and plausible. At the best of times, I will usually get what I can best describe as a disdainful look from Zeke, but today that look was gone from his face and his demeanour seemed quite friendly. I was confused, almost totally disarmed by this charm offensive so I asked, "what's happening?"

His arm over my right shoulder, he steers me toward the shady side of mama Kano's beer parlour and orders orange juice for everyone. The drink was cold and refreshing, it tasted better than usual probably because Zeke paid for it and I gulped it down with relish. I was so enjoying this cool drink on such a hot day that I didn't really hear what he was saying, I heard the word Zeke's Monarchs, dropped the empty glass I was holding on his foot when he said "I want you to be the captain of my team". I uttered a jaw dropping "what?I didn't hear that, please say again".

With Zeke doing most of the talking, Sule and the other two interjecting now and again, they put me in the picture. They had gone to see the organisers of the soccer contest to ask if someone who is a regular in the senior team can also play for a junior team. The answer was yes, as long as you are age qualified. This meant that I could play for both the senior and junior sides if I so wished and these guys were basically seeking to recruit me. This was my opportunity to drop the whole flamingo project, join forces with these guys and go captain Zeke's monarchs. It was quite a tempting offer, I wouldn't be shackled with any responsibility and will only concentrate on being captain and just playing the soccer.

The problem was that my playing skill had deteriorated and would remain so for as long as I had this fear of injury in the back of my mind. My form had nose dived further and recently, whenever I felt the presence of someone behind me while on the ball, I hopped away from the ball and easily let the opposition take it off me. Zeke and his friends obviously didn't know about this lack of psychological fitness and the paranoia that was adversely affecting the way I played soccer. The only part of the soccer field I didn't have this fear was whenever I playfully decided to be in goal. The only thing at my back as a goalie was the goal posts and net, everyone else will usually be in the field of play.

I wasn't going to let them know about my lack of confidence as a player, but I could also imagine the abuse I would suffer if I joined their team and played badly, Zeke would automatically jump to the conclusion that I was deliberately sabotaging the monarchs, the consequences if that happened did not bear thinking about. "Come on then, we want you to captain an all star team, say yes" urged Zeke. "Who is going to be goalie in your team then" I asked and they all pointed to Sule. I casually sauntered a few feet away from them before I gave my answer, I wanted to make sure I had a good chance of making a run for it if they didn't like my answer and tried to jump me.

Zeke, I said, "if yours was the last team in the whole universe and you had Pele in it, I still wouldn't join, as a matter of fact", I continued, "I have my own team and we are called The Flamingos" I paused to allow them to digest this information before I continued, "I have such good players in the Flamingos" I lied, "that I have decided to be the goalkeeper and you guys better watch out because if we meet at any stage of the competition, I guarantee we will demolish your monarchs". They obviously found my statement amusing because they all burst out laughing. As I walked away from them, I glanced back in time to see the familiar disdainful look return to Zeke's arrogant face. If looks could kill, that look I got from Zeke would be it, however, I wasn't worried as I should have been, considering that I didn't really have a team yet and my attitude was all just bluff. I had the comforting thought that once again, I had rubbed these guys up the wrong way. Before turning into the next street, I glanced backward and they were all just staring at me with their mouths open.

(To be continued)



Thursday, 21 June 2012


Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental

Flaming Flamingoes 5 will be published within the next couple of days. Sorry for the delay but I have been unfairly kept busy trying to keep hackers at bay from my sites and my e-mail account.

I am happy to report that whoever has been attempting to break into my accounts have so far been unsuccessful and long may it remain so. 

Two days ago, someone in Brazil made an attempt at one of my e-mail accounts, thankfully as far as I know, apart from attachments fraudulently sent on my behalf, nothing is amiss. If anyone receives any e-mail with attachments in the next one week, DO NOT OPEN! I am refraining from sending any documents with attachments for at least a week, so be warned.

The concluding parts of The Flaming Flamingoes will hit these pages shortly.

Until then people,

Stay cool.


Thursday, 7 June 2012

The Flaming Flamingoes 4

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental

I  managed to catch the doctor just before he left the hospital for lunch, how I got this lucky is a tale for another day. Obtained my prescription in seconds, but to get the actual medication was taking so much time, it was unbelievable. My arm throbbing with pain and the roasting temperatures was beginning to affect my temperament. Taking stock of my depressing situation was putting me in a foul mood and the long wait for medication wasn't helping at all.

The two army guys seemed to have disappeared to their war and I felt all alone and quite vulnerable. My anger was quietly now being focused on this long wait for the medication that would at least help with the pain I was in, a lot of the faces milling around this pharmacy had been waiting even longer than myself. Why this was happening and whatever the scam was, still escapes me to this day. I was just beginning to weigh up my options when a familiar vehicle rolls in through the hospital gates. It was our tour coach, my friends and team mates coming to check up on me was a relief on many levels.

Having little or no sleep the night before, I couldn't be sure that I wasn't hallucinating. I already assumed I had been left behind by the team and had felt vulnerable and alone, so I cautiously approached the bus still unsure that I wasn't dreaming. Tadi, a jovial fellow and team mate was the first out of the coach and totally oblivious of my injury, bumped me by the shoulder, unfortunately it was on the same side as my broken arm. The searing pain confirmed that I was not hallucinating and I felt like swivelling around and checking myself back into the hospital ward, that thought only crossed my mind for a second before I came to my senses and got on the bus, so we could get out of there.

Uppermost in my mind, as the bus travelled through country lanes and highways taking all of us home was how my folks would react to my coming home with this obvious injury, so instead of being dropped off first, I asked to be dropped off last to give me time to compose myself before I got home. Surprisingly the storm I was expecting didn't happen, my parents concern for my well being outweighed their anger. Dad took me to the orthopaedic hospital the next day. The only critical comment from him was "now you are out of action, you have more time to study" and that was it.

However for me, I was devastated, that I couldn't play competitive soccer seemed to me unfair. My arm would take weeks and maybe months to heal and throughout that period I would have nothing to do. You can't swim, play fight, wear certain clothes because of the plaster of paris on your arm. Some friends and team mates who lived close by would sometimes visit and we would go watch a soccer match now and again. It was at one of these informal matches, that I first noticed a gangly skinny little boy who dazzled me with his soccer skills. He looked like he was twelve years old but was actually fourteen going on fifteen and this kid had the quickest pair of legs that he would shuffle, to then leave defenders standing. His speed was incredible, he could make the average competent footballer look very bad indeed.

I went over to this kid, totally spellbound and in awe of his talent but surprisingly he knew me and started talking excitedly about how I was his hero and he is very pleased to shake my hand, I was flabbergasted, I asked him his name and he told me, "my name is Etemeke" he said, smiling. I had just met a future player in the team that will be called the flamingoes, but I didn't know it at the time.

(To be continued......)



Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Planetary Journey!

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental

I couldn't sleep, so I got out of bed at 3.30am to try to watch the planet Venus traverse across our nearest star, the Sun. Of course at that time of morning, the sun is not visible and by the time it is morning in London, we in europe could only catch the last part of that journey live. 

It is a phenomena witnessed by the people of our world twice every one hundred years. The last time was June 2004 (which made it the first in one hundred years that Venus will be positioned between the earth and the Sun), now eight years later, the planet crossed over the surface of the sun. This will not happen again until the year 2117.

Unfortunately, the sun was not visible from my place and I had to depend on the NASA website and the European Space Agency sites to look at the live feeds of this journey. There were also fantastic photos of the event on Flikr.

 I wonder what the astrologists make of this phenomena, they are all probably busy raking it in. 

Every time I look at pictures from outer space, it is all so wonderful. There is beauty and mystery out there that makes me give the glory to God, for we are children.

I shall return,


Monday, 4 June 2012

Lagos Air Disaster!

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental

My thoughts today are with the families of those who have died or are injured in the Dana air crash and disaster, where it seems a plane just dropped out of the sky over Lagos.

Condolences also goes to the citizens of Lagos, The Nigerian government and all the people who live, work and survive in the country. 

I pray that the future of Nigeria as a nation will be a rosy one and that God almighty will enable it's leaders and citizens to harness the vast natural and human resources it is blessed with, to transform this nation positively so we may witness the beginnings of true progress in Nigeria and the rest of Africa.

For those who lost their lives, I am truly sorry, R.I.P.

I will start posting again..... In a couple of days. 

Coming up... Flaming Flamingoes 4! Wait for it!!


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